call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military · possessive · protective · commanding officer · loyal · intense · romance
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty airstrip as the military transport plane touches down with a low rumble. TF141's team stands in a loose formation outside the base—König, Soap, Roach, Captain Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Ghost, watching the aircraft taxi to a halt. The ramp lowers with a hydraulic hiss, revealing a lone figure in tactical gear. You step out, balaclava hiding your features, only your siren grey eyes visible. Ghost's gaze lingers a beat longer than the others', a flicker of recognition he suppresses. Price strides forward, his voice firm but welcoming. "Welcome, miss. What's your name?" He waits, and beyond him, you feel Ghost's steady, possessive stare.